I stood frozen tears filled my eyes as I held my breath watching a black man take his last   numbness covered my entirety what did I just see? was this man really killed in front of me?   His eyes taciturn and vacant his face unflinching and callous his body his only weapon in ...

A dying fire burns in the hearth, grey smoke unfurling and twisting into the open air. Dust particles alight beneath the breaking of a new day. And he sits in his chair, old, decrepit, half-mad, as old thoughts bring fresh wounds. The first thought is of her smile: how it crinkled her face and brought ...